Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Category: Poetry

Poetry is one of my passions. In my blog, I will publish poems which I wrote. Hence I opened a separate category for poetry.  

During the years, I’ve read Italian, English, American, and French poems because, during my childhood, I learned those three languages. Only recently, I started writing poetry which I never wanted to publish. I believe that it is very personal to publish them. 

Although I’m a physicist, I started to read poetry during high school, mainly in Italian and English. Only home I was reading French books. Indeed, the French language and literature were not in my school program.

Writing poetry is one of the most intimate ways to express feelings and moods. Time to time, I will publish poems. 

  • The Labyrinth Of Dreams

    The Labyrinth Of Dreams

    The labyrinth of dreams
    Twisting corridors—endless—
    Shadows stretch—whispers?
    No sense—nothing makes sense—
    Lost, lost—where am I?
    Doors—open—close—
    Which way? No way—
    Every turn—a dead end?
    No—just another path,
    Another dream—
    Or is it a nightmare?

    Walls shift—breathe—
    Do they breathe?
    Or is that my mind?
    No—something else—
    The labyrinth of dreams is alive—
    It waits—
    For what?
    For me?
    Or something worse?
    I can’t tell—
    Everything blends—
    Dreams, nightmares—
    They are the same dreadful illusions.

    Fragments—memories—
    Pieces fall—
    Lost dreams—forgotten dreams—
    Where do they go?
    Into the labyrinth—
    Lost—like me.
    Wandering—
    Searching—
    For what?
    For an exit?
    There is no exit—
    Only more passages—
    More turns—
    More walls that shift,
    That trap.

    Turn—Turn—
    Is this the same hallway?
    Or a new one?
    I can’t tell—
    It’s all the same—
    Or is it?
    Nothing is real—
    Everything is real—
    Twisting—turning—
    The labyrinth of dreams never ends—
    Never ends—
    Where does it go?
    Nowhere—
    Everywhere—
    Lost in dreams—
    Dreams that aren’t mine—
    Or are they?

    Dreams… dreams…
    They unravel—
    Threads snap—
    Is this my mind?
    Or the maze?
    Who is dreaming?
    Am I?
    Or is the labyrinth dreaming of me?
    No way out—
    No way forward—
    Only the labyrinth—
    Only the dreams and the nightmares—
    Waking, sleeping—
    All the same here.
    Forever…
    Lost…
    In the labyrinth of dreams.
    A maze of my mind—
    A maze of other minds—
    It never ends—
    Twisting, turning—
    Into nothing. Into the abyss.

    Each step—
    Sighs—
    But are they my sighs?
    Or someone else’s?
    Shadows whisper—
    But what do they whisper?
    I strain to hear—
    Yet only silence answers.
    The labyrinth of fear shifts—
    Breathless—
    As if alive,
    Or alive with something—
    Something I can’t see.
    Familiar, yet foreign—
    Each corner, a new fear—
    Every turn, a deeper plunge
    Into the unknown,
    Into the endless maze.
    Lost forever…into the abyss of nothingness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Eternal Void

    The Eternal Void

    The eternal void
    Endless—nothing—where?
    Fragments torn—memories lost—
    Floating, falling, drifting—where?
    Nowhere.
    The void… waits. Watches.
    But for what?
    Does it care?
    Nothing cares. Not here. Not in the void.

    The eternal void swallows—slow—silent—
    Not even silence, not even sound.
    Whispers? Shadows of whispers—
    They are gone. Gone—
    Never were.
    Thoughts… echo but in fragments.
    Pieces? Shards?
    They do not fit.
    They will never fit.
    Shapes twist—
    Do they exist?
    Or are they just memories of form?

    Time—? No time.
    Twists—collapses—frays—
    No past, no future—
    Just the now, just the empty—
    Just the endless stretch of nothing.
    And the void…
    It watches. Watches—
    Always watches.
    Endless eyes in the dark.
    Or are they there?
    Does anything truly exist in the eternal void?

    Fingers reach—
    What do they touch?
    Nothing—no feeling—
    The cold of space? No.
    The cold of nothing.
    Endless—endless—nothing.
    Feelings? Fading—forgotten.
    Lost in the endless drift.
    No ground—
    No sky—
    Only the eternal void.

    Thoughts—shattered—scatter—
    Where do they go?
    Gone—
    Lost—
    Twisting in the void—
    Fading into non-being.
    Who was I?
    Was I?
    The eternal void…
    It hums.
    But is it a hum?
    Or the echo of nothing,
    The dream of what never was?

    No dreams—
    Only the void—
    Only the endless,
    The endless void.
    Cries—silent—madness—
    But no madness, just…
    Emptiness, hollow,
    Spinning, spinning—
    Into oblivion,
    Into the void.
    Can reality feel it?
    The weight of it?
    Or is there no weight?
    No sense of it at all?
    Nothing to grasp—
    Nothing to hold—
    Only the void—
    Always the eternal void.

    Grasp—at what?
    Hope—gone—
    Desire—gone—
    Just the void—
    Only the void.
    Always the void.
    No end.
    No escape.
    The void… is eternal.
    And so are you—
    In it.
    Lost—forever.
    Lost—
    In the eternal void.

    Time loops—
    But does it?
    Or is that just a lie—
    The mind trying to make sense
    Of the senseless?
    Of the endless nothing?
    There is no sense—
    Only chaos—
    Only the void.
    And in it,
    The universe is nothing.
    The universe is an eternal void.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • An Ocean Of Agony

    An Ocean Of Agony

    An ocean of agony. Agony? Flowers withered, desires… lost?
    Lores swallowed—dreams once breathing, now?
    Drowned in chasms—forsaken tales, endless falling,
    Where do they go? Nowhere.

    Shadows flicker, flicker, waves broken, broken,
    Moonless night, secrets scream,
    Silent cacophony—cries dead, desires dead,
    Labyrinths…? No exits. Only fright.

    Gnarled phantoms—clawing, reaching,
    Grasping at… what? Shattered? Nothing.
    Time twists—spirals into venom. A kiss—no time.
    Fracture. It fractures. It’s gone.

    Whispers—wind’s cruel—madness—wind?
    Melodies lost. Chaotic, despairing.
    Bones…? Memories? Brittle. Shattered.
    Scattered in the void—where? Void light—? Can’t breathe.

    An ocean of agony. The void watches. Always watches.
    Dreams torn apart—veil shredded—
    Sighs—rambling—wicked? Toll. Toll.
    Come closer—the land of the dead, lost in lost.

    Fragments. Bent. Distorted—truth? Lies?
    Mirrors reflect nothing—shattered spheres—
    Shadows blur—light is gone—blend—
    Dance of… chaos? Fear? Born in fear. Fearborn.

    Phantoms through the haze—whispers…
    Fractured tongue—no sense—nonsense—
    Maze, maze, shifting maze—
    Reason is dead—turmoil reigns—no king, no queen.

    Twisted vines—thoughts entwine, smother, choke—
    Sense fades—gone. Chaos reigns.
    Puppet to shadows, shadows dance—
    Surreal? No. Unreal. Unreal.

    An ocean of agony. Tangled paths—no direction. Nowhere.
    Step—fall, step—fall, the unknown devours.
    Fair? No fairness. Just echoes—
    Forgotten. Forgotten. Moan. Gone.

    The cold gaze of nothingness—silent, lingering,
    Souls adrift—a sea of… something? Despair?
    Spark is gone. Shadows rule. Shadows? Shadows.
    Ensnared. Gone.

    Echoes—never was—nothing was—
    Ocean of nothing—agony? Lost flowers?
    Cause forgotten—gone—gone—
    In chaos. In rest.

    Echoes—forgotten—twisting, gone, swirling, gone.
    Silence cracks, cracks, nothing is right, nothing is wrong—
    Prisms shatter, thoughts unravel—colours spill,
    Bleed—black, dark, no light—no light at all.

    An ocean of agony. Spirals twist inward—collapse! Day? Day gone.
    Void swallows—shadows play—play what? Nothing—
    Despair hums—faint? Not there. Barely there—
    Lurking, waiting, dead air—dead air.

    Relics crumble—dreams shattered—forgotten!
    Slip—fall—cracks in seams, seams broken—gone.
    Time—thread, thread, snaps! No weaving, only dread.
    Tangled—chaos—unravelled—where does it go?

    An ocean of agony. In the end? No end—
    Fragments scattered—fearborn pain.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Madness And Paradox

    Madness And Paradox

    Madness and paradox in the eternal dusk,
    Black shards of darkness fall all over the aether,
    In the agony of frantic clocks,
    In a fountain of fractured dreams.

    Whispering cries collide with silent screams,
    Shadows crash on broken mirrors,
    Cogs of chaos grind in time,
    Crimson oceans swallow stars.

    Wheels of madness and paradox spin in vain,
    In a universe that melts and strains,
    And silence shatters in fractured veins,
    Where void and emptiness remain unperturbed.

    Clock hands swirl in chaos and panic,
    As giggles drip from erratic worlds,
    Ghosts of the twilight whirl in flames,
    Amongst the ruins of forgotten names.

    The castle of logic falls apart,
    Torn in a storm of sand,
    Where the compass spins, lost in confusion,
    In a realm of mysteries and enigmas, unplanned.

    Stars fall like shattered hymns,
    Lost in the void of fractured time,
    Each instant, a sigh in the splintered sky,
    Of a universe turned to dust.

    Images of madness drift on the wind,
    In the caverns of unseen dread,
    Twisted tales shape into nightmares,
    In a sky where desires are dead.

    Eternal dusk swallows the truth,
    In a festival of destroyed vows,
    Where wisdom burns in phantom flames,
    And dreams drown in discord’s chime.

    Chaos blooms in the garden of delight and dismay,
    As hope itself is torn and frayed,
    In the mirage of endless nights,
    Every virtue is lost and betrayed.

    Whirlwinds of folly tear apart the night,
    Fragments of doom and death replace all the stars,
    Distorted abysses clash and merge,
    Unleashing violent folly in a frenzied surge.

    Storms of turmoil, wild and fierce,
    Rip through the aether, shredding the veil of existence,
    In the fractured realms where chaos reigns,
    Eternity’s silence echoes with shattered chains.

    Fragments of reality collide and combust,
    In the maelstrom of confusion and dust,
    Torrents of madness swirl and scream,
    In the heart of a chaotic dream.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Entropy Dreams

    Entropy Dreams

    Entropy dreams,
    Fragments of utopia scatter in the emptiness,
    In a whirlwind of forsaken dreams,
    Silent screams come to be louder,
    In the void, nothing is what it seems.

    Stars weep, their light fading fast,
    Time disintegrates, a mere illusion,
    The cosmos laughs, a cosmic jest,
    Existence crumbles in confusion.

    Shadows swirl with unseen chains,
    Life’s meaning slips through broken mirrors,
    In the chaos, only doom remains,
    A bitter taste of despair lingers.

    Ethereal entities move with severed ropes,
    Controlled by unscrupulous needles,
    A spectacular show of futile things,
    A game of illusions and cruel wills.

    Stars search for new realms in endless nights,
    Ghouls beat to rhythms of despair,
    Wandering flames grasp at straws of fleeting light,
    Before dissolving in the nothingness.

    An embrace of the void, deprived of hope,
    Chaos, a precious place of the final phase,
    In the end, there is only the abyss of solitude and annihilation,
    Entropy dreams, like a cold and relentless embrace.

    Slowly, the wind moves every delight away,
    Dizziness and anguish like heavy rain,
    During long nights of dismal nightmares,
    Visions of death and tears.

    Blood drops on the stones of ancient times,
    Like red roses blossoming in thorns,
    An invisible dungeon without escape,
    Buried alive dreams.

    At the ends of the universe, forgotten and forlorn,
    Fates and fortunes entwine in macabre proms,
    Legends of chaos, haunting mournings,
    Lost in the labyrinths of chance and oddity.

    Thoughts unravel, threads of wisdom fray,
    Spectres of expectancy drift away in the abyss,
    Beneath the stars’ apathetic glance,
    Entropy dreams surrender to the darkness.

    Void’s clasp, cruel and relentless,
    A garden of despair and sorrow,
    While every memory is a faint reality,
    As the darkness devours the light.

    Tangled in the web of destiny,
    Time ticks to the rhythm of decay,
    In the end, it was too late, too late to reprieve,
    Lost in the grasp of entropy and chaos.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Betrayed Dreams

    Betrayed Dreams

    Betrayed dreams were trapped in a dim chasm where fates were doomed.
    Whispered tales revealed fate’s cruel descent.
    Beneath the moon’s cold, watchful gaze,
    Lay the past where hopes had died.

    In twilight’s hush, the atmosphere grew eerie,
    As dark secrets began to whirl.
    Dreams once woven with silver threads,
    Turned pale and dim, cold and dead.

    In forgotten rooms where laments wept,
    Silent murmurs invoked dreams and illusions.
    Through the misty veils of sorrow’s shroud,
    Wandering ghouls summoned long-lost regrets.

    In a garden wild with brambles and thorns,
    Where happiness and brightness once had rambled,
    Stood a phantom, cold and stark,
    Guarding the graves of dreams now dark.

    Waves of delight faded, turning into wails,
    In the dark night where truth had been belied.
    Promises shattered like fragile crystal,
    In the shadows of a tarnished past.

    In cobbled roads beneath the fog,
    Lay the remnants of melancholic memories.
    Once hopeful verses now turned to dust,
    In the silence, everything had disintegrated.

    The clock hands moved in mournful time,
    Marking the end of each hope’s chime.
    In the stillness of the darkness, remembrances stirred,
    Of betrayed dreams, now gone, forsaken.

    The fire’s warmth, now cold and dim,
    The light of hope was no longer trimmed.
    In the ashes of what once had gleamed,
    Lay the remnants of betrayed dreams.

    In twilight’s arms, where shadows slumbered,
    Lay the legend of dreams that had once lived in the labyrinth of imagination.
    In the garden of whispered winds and silent screams,
    Shadows danced upon the traces of bygone dreams.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Mirrors Of Dreams

    Mirrors Of Dreams

    Mirrors of dreams kept the reflections of shadows,
    Dark reflections caught every stare.
    Mirrors were ghostly relics,
    Revealing tales of forgotten woes.

    Dreams danced on silvered glass,
    Glimmers of hope from a distant past.
    In each mirror, a story gleamed,
    Of shattered desires that screamed.

    In the candle’s flicker, light waned,
    Casting eerie and arcane spells.
    Specs of dreams turned to dust,
    Vanishing softly as memories rusted.

    The mirrors of dreams held a silent gaze,
    Witnesses to longings’ decay.
    Yearnings, once bright, grew dim and pale,
    Trapped forever in this spectral magic.

    Amongst the cobwebs, shadows crept,
    Custodians of the illusions that slept.
    Their haunting shapes in silence roamed,
    In a manor where lost dreams wailed.

    The dreams spoke of nights long gone,
    Of promises made at the break of dawn.
    Now, they lingered in spectral hue,
    Mirrors of dreams, fragments of oaths once sworn.

    In the silence, a chilling swirl
    Stirred the dust of old decrees.
    Mirrors of dreams now cracked and worn,
    Reflected lives forever torn.

    Each reflection bore a scar,
    A witness to wishes afar.
    In the abyss of silence, their lore remained concealed,
    Dreams betrayed, now dark and cold.

    In every mirror’s haunted frame,
    Lay legends of a curse.
    Dreams once harboured, now bereft,
    In the gloom, they were left.

    Through manors and castles, the silence stretched,
    Amongst the mirrors, visions appeared lifeless.
    In frigid alcoves, where shadows crept,
    Lay the mirrors of dreams, inert.

    Through endless nights when silence screamed,
    Mirrors of dreams haunted slumbers,
    In their chasms, the past was buried,
    Reflecting truths that darkness hid.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Vanishing Mysteries

    Vanishing Mysteries

    Vanished mysteries faded in the twilight’s embrace,
    Where secrets lingered and shadows interlaced.
    Legends of dreams veiled in sullen clouds,
    Lost in the aether, where they drifted out.

    In the stillness of the night, where silence reigned,
    Whispers dissolved into quiet vestiges.
    Once vivid scenes were now ghostly thin,
    Slipped away as darkness drew in.

    By the moon’s cold glare, where shadows ruled over their realm,
    Mysteries swayed in their final clasp.
    Glimmers of truth, now just out of reach,
    Hid in the night’s darkened breach.

    Forsaken alleys and hidden doors,
    Enigmas lost on unseen shores.
    Bygone mysteries left behind,
    At the mercy of wandering winds.

    Pale sighs in the cool night air,
    Told of truths no longer there.
    Phantom stories once held dear,
    Faded away as dawn drew near.

    In archaic forests, where night prevailed,
    Paradoxes lurking along hidden paths.
    Moonlight cast its silver sheen,
    On vanished tales and broken dreams.

    Old ruins, riddles long past,
    Secrets kept but never to last.
    Mysteries cast in shadow’s hold,
    In the halls where dreams grew cold.

    In the fog where silence assembled,
    Lay the end of vanished lanes.
    Mysteries lingered, then were gone,
    In the fleeting touch of dawn.

    Through ancient woods and misty moors,
    Mysteries slipped through unseen doors.
    Were lost to sight into the night’s embrace,
    Leaving whispers in their trace.

    In the tranquillity where shadows danced,
    Ancient sighs drifted away.
    Each nook held a tale so frail,
    Of vanished dreams and secrets pale.

    In the night where secrets come to an end,
    Rested the mysteries, now at peace.
    Disappeared in twilight’s seam,
    Lost forever in a dream.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Alchemy Of Darkness

    The Alchemy Of Darkness

    The alchemy of darkness cast its spell
    In ancient castles where shadows dwelled.
    A tale of dark enchantments swelled,
    Through the alchemy of night’s embrace,
    Secrets whimpered, lost in time.

    Once the spark of light in darkness kindled,
    With mystic words and arcane thoughts,
    In cauldrons deep where gloom was brewed,
    Dreams transformed, and darkness grew.

    In cryptic tomes of ages past,
    Lay the spells of shadows cast.
    The alchemy of night’s domain
    Turned light to dark’s refrain.

    Phantoms rose in midnight’s veil,
    Reflecting a whispered tale.
    In the stillness, darkness flourished,
    Where once, the light of day had strived.

    In moonlit chambers, shadows toiled,
    With potions dark and secrets spoiled.
    In every flask, a cloud stirred,
    Turning light into arcane spells.

    The night’s elixir, dark and deep,
    Held secrets that the shadows kept.
    In every drop, a story told
    Of light transformed, of dreams grown cold.

    Under watchful eyes, light faded into night.
    Darkness became an artwork of dismay,
    Transforming light into a twisted luminary.
    Shadiness revealed mysteries, igniting silent frights.

    Gloominess remained the keeper of antique spells and arcane wisdom,
    In a storm of the night, echoes of dread began their silent flight.
    Through alchemy, light had faded,
    Into the dark, its debt repaid.

    In twilight’s grasp, the darkness unfolded,
    A silent world of eerie hue.
    Through alchemy, the night held sway,
    Turning light to shadow’s play.

    The ancient craft, in darkness, bound,
    With every spell, the night was profound.
    In shadows deep, where secrets lay,
    The alchemy of darkness thrived.

    So, in the night when silence screamed,
    Lay the alchemy of haunted dreams.
    In the darkness, truth abided,
    Where light and shadow intertwined and collided.

    The mystic arts had wrought their end,
    In twilight’s realm, where shadows blended.
    The work was never done,
    In the dark where night and light had spun.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Silent Darkness

    Silent Darkness

    Silent darkness lay among the garden of dreams and nightmares,
    Illusions and chimaeras blossomed into alluring flowers,
    Under the sight of a dark night sky studded with stars.

    Solemn promises of failed loves and altered desires were the guardians of this sacred alcove,
    A garden immersed in a silent darkness.

    Moonlight glimmered, illuminating the scene with a spectral glow,
    Casting shadows that moved with a ghostly grace.
    Fragments of forgotten vows were scattered through the still air,
    As the past intertwined itself with the present.

    Each petal was exhausted by the burden of memories,
    Infuse with the fragrance of longing and regret.
    The trees loomed eternal, their branches like skeletal arms,
    Reaching out to caress the fabric of the night.

    In this garden, time halted to flow,
    Instants frozen in a fragile web.
    Dreams entangled with nightmares,
    Creating an ethereal veil of beauty and despair.

    A mild breeze stirred the leaves of decay,
    A sigh of the universe manifesting in the dark night.
    A wind that carried the essence of lost yearnings,
    Revealing secrets to those who dared to imagine fantasy worlds.

    Beneath the ancient oak, a stone throne lay,
    Weathered by the passage of countless seasons.
    It kept the marks of periods of solace and delight,
    In the embrace of the garden’s silent refuge.

    The stars above bore a timeless glint,
    Glimpses of the tales created in this secret place.
    They shimmered like distant lanterns,
    Guiding daring wandered through the labyrinth of dreams.

    Silent darkness obscured the night,
    A solitary warder of the fragile beauty.
    It draped the garden in an eternal silence,
    Holding its enigmas in the chasms of the night.

    The secret garden was the dwelling of dreams and nightmares,
    Where delusions and mirages flourished,
    Silent darkness lingered as a timeless protection of an invisible realm.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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